We thought we were patching each other's wounds because we shared the same ones.
In reality, we cut so deep into one another we both had gone numb.
You weren't my salvation.
I was your perdition, damnation.
Now, your presence only causes me to stare at my scars.
I am trying to forget about those.
We were foolish to think two broken pieces would mend together and become a whole.
We are merely factions now, more split than before.
So I think it's for the best that I step away.
I don't want to forget your laugh or the way you smell, but I will because I have to.
I can already imagine the small talk we will make in the future over coffee (although you've always preferred tea)
I know that seeing you become a stranger will hurt, but so does what we went through.
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Euphemism
Poetry"I believe that maturity isn't dependent on age, But rather the severity of the trials the mind and heart have undergone." Growing up comes with so many challenges that can be uncomfortable and confusing. We're all thrown into the ocean and expec...
